The British Heart Foundation's London-to-Brighton ride, in which 27,000 people have a collective palpitation about Ditchling Beacon, isn't for me, but the Beacon itself is. I liked the idea of tackling it free of cars for a change, so I cycled out there today — a 60 mile round trip just to go up a hill. To get my money's worth I went up it 5 times, having got there early enough so I wouldn't be a nuisance on the way down.
The first thing I heard upon arrival at base camp was a speedster exhorting his group "No heroics now." Later somebody made the ascent playing The Ride of the Valkyries.
Shortly before saying my goodbyes to DB I heard a jolly fellow ask the marshalls "Is there a hill up ahead?" It was nice to witness an event with all sorts.
8 wheels good
The holiday brochure hadn't mentioned this
Left something at the bottom
Wishes he'd left something at the bottom
There's a difference between 800m and 800m up
Rescue vehicle for people whose knees were creaking loud enough to cause concern
Hoping the tannoy at the top would suffer a malfunction
The Olympic flame burned bright on the Beacon
The judges were not impressed
by my gratuitous use of the hill
Somewhere north of Barcombe,
on the way home, I paid a visit to the Blair Witch
Injury tally: fingers rubbed raw on brake levers